Tom
I have been meaning to take this
photo for years. The locals will recognize it as
Wisconsin Highway 35 (northbound), just outside the
Red Wing Airport. This stretch of road is in rough
shape and road crews have aggressively patched most
of the cracks.
Who is Tom? Is this a cry for recognition? An epithet
for a lost friend? Or maybe it was the last day of
seasonal labor?
Ode to Tom.